#and Fyrmun's blushing was 100x more rewarding

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Storm Blue - Pt.2

>Part 1<

Goose: Come forth, loyal subject! Present your glamour before our Navigator! Papamahi: Aye, that he may deem ye worthy o' his blessins n grant ye winds in yer sails wheresoever ye go. Captain Llymlaen?: Let's ave a look at ye, then.

Captain Llymlaen?: Hm… aye, ye wear our color well enough, keen as ye seem on hidin' it under blander things…

Captain Llymlaen?: And if I were to lift yer guise, subject, would I see me familiar blue in those eyes? Or have ye hidden it away too?

Goose: Wait, what? Eye color counts too? that ain't fair, cap! Papamahi: Yer eyes are blue too, love... Goose: Oh, right. So are Wyse's, right? Hey Wyse, show me your pretty stormy eyes! Wyse: Come again, dear?

Captain Llymlaen?: Ye like wot ye see, Stowaway? Gabriel?: …

Captain Llymlaen?: Aye, figured it was you. Flatterin' as it is seein' ye keeled over, m'fraid you weren't invited. Close friends 'n crew only. And ye haven't exactly made an effort to play nice with any o' me mates now, have ye? Gabriel?: I-

Captain Llymlaen?: New rules, friend. If yer going to be stowin' yerself away among me crew, ye best learn yer manners 'round 'em.

Captain Llymlaen?: They may look a sorry bunch, but I'd give me life fer any of 'em, 'n if ye'll have me, ye'd do well to remember that.

Captain Llymlaen?: Am I makin' meself clear? Gabriel?: Yes. Captain Llymlaen?: That's a lad. Gabriel?: So may I?

Captain Llymlaen?: May ye wot? Gabriel?: Have you. Captain Llymlaen?: Er— Ah, now? Gabriel?: Now. Captain Llymlaen?: Seven hells… Gabriel?: If you have further terms to discuss, I’m listening.

Captain Llymlaen?: [sigh]…Goose. Goose: Aye, Cap'n Llymlaen!

Captain Llymlaen?: Take over. Back in a spell.